Another scratch.
Another moan.
She lowered down, her sounds mixing in with Elio's as he did.
"Fuck, Savannah,"
Her stomach tensed and she smiled. She started riding him with more confidence, seeing as he thrived upon her moves. Her hips found their pace and increasing it with time while Elio teased her nipples, pinching them and licking. Then he gripped her and held her down so that he was balls deep inside her.
She could feel it all. The anxiety, pain, pleasure, desire.
Savannah bit her lip from the friction.
"Get up and kneel on the bed," he said, letting her go. She hesitated. "Now, Savannah. Don't make me repeat myself."
His rough words mixed with the stone-cold expression on his face made her obey again. Her heart was pounding not knowing whether he was thinking about fucking her ass. With Elio, it was highly possible, especially in such a position. And he surely realized what her train of thoughts was but didn't do anything to ease her mind.
That brought anxiety.
"Elio." His name was a faint whimper on her lips. She tensed closing her legs. She almost choked on the air when the man regarded her and sent her his infamous smirk as if nothing she had done was enough to stop him.
"Don't do that or I will hold you down and fuck you senseless. Ass too."
And she almost started crying right there and then because she felt arousal rather than disgust. Her pussy clenched before she spread her legs for him and lowered herself on her arms.
She must have trusted him more than she thought because his words somehow assured her that he wouldn't actually do what he said he would. He loved saying things like that to make her wet. She knew it because he’d learned her desires and what she needed more than she had herself.
Her ass perched, Elio spread her ass cheeks. Fingers dug into her flesh as he kept on pushing his cock inside her pussy. It was the best position yet making her moan so loud that the neighbor might actually hear her. But something told her that none of them was much better.
He was rough. Almost brutal with his moves. Savannah couldn't adjust as he changed the tempo every few seconds; going slowly, picking up, slowing down again before giving it his all. Her moans turned into screams not and then when the could feel the pressure. It was glorious.
"Fuck, I wish I could finish inside you," he grunted and pulled his cock out turning her around on her back just like she had been in the beginning.
Hands taken above her head still tied with the bandana.
Savannah's eyes widened as she had just realized that they hadn’t used any protection. She wasn't taking birth control and he hadn't rolled his condom on his dick either. How could she not have seen that before? How hot and bothered had she been she not to think through it?
Elio didn't seem troubled, whatsoever. He gripped his cock, sliding her hand from his balls to the tip before he came all over her stomach. White and warm cum glistened and she once again forgot what she had been so scared of. It didn't matter at all now.
He took a little bit of it on his two fingers and put the inside near Savannah's mouth to lick it off. They repeated this until there was nothing left on her abs other than a wet spot.
"You're fucking amazing," he whispered, cupping her cheeks and kissing her lips.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
"What's wrong?" Savannah asked as they were waiting in the car to drive through the gate to Midnight Mayhem.
He didn't even answer at first. This decision to take her to the races had been a sudden one. Which he hadn’t really thought through. And that the girl had actually agreed to accompany him was a surprise by itself.
Made Men would be there.
Flavio would, and this time around also Noah. This event was a big one and the Bratva would have a hard time sneaking their way in here, however, the orders had to be abided. And since he had his own goal coming here, other than taking part in the race, he had to take Savannah with him. Even though putting her in harm's way was the last thing he wanted.
There was just no other way.
Elio turned his head to the girl. "I need you to do something for me, Savannah," he began.
She frowned. "Alright. What is it?"
"We are about to meet with quite a few people. Some are in the Famiglia and some are simply connected with it. I need you to stay close to me at all times. And when I'm going to be racing, you are not to leave Flavio. Understood?"
"Do you trust Flavio Falcone that much?"
"I trust that he keeps to himself and he's not going to ask questions." He drove into the arena, revealing thousands of people and many cars all around. "I'd pull back from the race if I could. But as I was one of the winners recently, I can't."
Savannah nodded, feeling her heart start thrumming in her chest. She was nervous to be here. Not only because of what Elio warned her about, however, she simply couldn't comprehend being around so many dangerous people, carrying guns and being able to kill you with ease; but also because it wasn't her scene. She was a homebody more than a girl who went out every other night. Megan had tried to persuade her into going somewhere countless times and had been unsuccessful.
Once the car came to a stop in front of the main areas by the track, she spotted both Falcone brothers. They were in the center of attention, talking to three other men. They were both wearing jeans, simple t-shirts and jackets. Holsters peeked out from under them. The shorter man was showing something on his tablet to them. He looked kind of
